matureman32
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Would be a nice way to start a date
me tooLove blowjob scenes where the girl is on her knees and fully clothed. At some point she teaches down and pulls her top and bra up over her breasts (as best she can). I am always torn between wondering if there is a director off camera telling her to do that or whether she is doing it to excite him just that little bit more in the hope of getting him to come.
What clothes do you especially like for playing aroundWith rare exception, I keep clothes on during sex. I have specific outfits that work best but always willing to improvise. Requires some thought and prep. Worth it. The “look” of doing it that way is very stimulating, esp if mirrors or camera in use.
Almost all types of outfits. Everything from classy dresses to worn out jeans.What clothes do you especially like for playing around
Her skirts work best for me; sexy to look at and accessible toAlmost all types of outfits. Everything from classy dresses to worn out jeans.
Very hot -- with guys other than your hubby?Being clothed and staying clothed is great fun! I still wear my wedding dress, sometimes.
I love it … both ways , one friend loves me to put full black tie ( dinner suit / tux ) on for her to remove as we play mmmmmBeing clothed and staying clothed is great fun! I still wear my wedding dress, sometimes.
I been to Bar Harbor several times….never had any thing like this remotely happen to meThis thread caught my eye, and as I read through it, I realized just how much I love sex with clothes on. Well, at least my clothing.
This started in Maine, Bar Harbor, to be exact, when the conversation between a gentleman I had only recently met, escalated. I recounted a few of the stories I share on these forums, and I knew where this would end. However, to make certain he knew it as well, I went to the ladies’ room, and when I returned, I handed him my panties (Fleur Du Mal, if you care).
I was wearing a sundress in this instance, and now no panties, and doing my best to heat up the conversation. We left the bar and found a private space nearby (a grove of trees). In seconds, he was behind me, my skirt was up, his pants to his thighs, and he was in me. Fast, furious, fun, and done.
It was sordid and fun, but I didn't expect the mess. Let's just say this guy was a hell of a finisher. I realized that without something under the sundress, I was going to have a very visible leak on my legs and stain my dress. I asked for the panties back. I could see he wanted to keep them as a trophy, but I really needed something under my dress, so I offered a trade.
He pocketed the panties, pulled off his pants, and gave me his Kirkland boxer briefs (I still have them), and I was able to return to my friends, albeit with the obvious outline of black men’s boxer briefs under my bright yellow, less-than-opaque dress.
But since that encounter, I have pulled the pantie drop and swap at least a dozen times. I love everything about it: the quick pace of the act, the semi-public locations, and the thrill of returning to a public space afterward with an all-knowing smile on my face.
That is soThere is something incredibly hot about it. My perfect scenario would be: sexy man in a suit, me in a short(ish) dress, stockings, suspender, heels. We've been out for an evening, sexual tension building all night, flirting outrageously and we both know what we want. At the end of the evening, we get out to the car park and find a quiet corner. He bends me over a car, pushes my dress up, pulls my panties down so they are around my ankles. I'm soaked, he's hard and he drops his trousers, pushes my legs apart and fucks me there and then.![]()
OMG that was an extremelyThis thread caught my eye, and as I read through it, I realized just how much I love sex with clothes on. Well, at least my clothing.
This started in Maine, Bar Harbor, to be exact, when the conversation between a gentleman I had only recently met, escalated. I recounted a few of the stories I share on these forums, and I knew where this would end. However, to make certain he knew it as well, I went to the ladies’ room, and when I returned, I handed him my panties (Fleur Du Mal, if you care).
I was wearing a sundress in this instance, and now no panties, and doing my best to heat up the conversation. We left the bar and found a private space nearby (a grove of trees). In seconds, he was behind me, my skirt was up, his pants to his thighs, and he was in me. Fast, furious, fun, and done.
It was sordid and fun, but I didn't expect the mess. Let's just say this guy was a hell of a finisher. I realized that without something under the sundress, I was going to have a very visible leak on my legs and stain my dress. I asked for the panties back. I could see he wanted to keep them as a trophy, but I really needed something under my dress, so I offered a trade.
He pocketed the panties, pulled off his pants, and gave me his Kirkland boxer briefs (I still have them), and I was able to return to my friends, albeit with the obvious outline of black men’s boxer briefs under my bright yellow, less-than-opaque dress.
But since that encounter, I have pulled the pantie drop and swap at least a dozen times. I love everything about it: the quick pace of the act, the semi-public locations, and the thrill of returning to a public space afterward with an all-knowing smile on my face.
That’s so hot! Happy I kept mine. (But if I use it for that, I can’t really pass it down for any future daughters….Being clothed and staying clothed is great fun! I still wear my wedding dress, sometimes.